Oh I did. I told him that even he had to be impressed with 10 in a row and that we've had the cup longer than a papacy. Oh and then I offered to buy him a shirt which he declined by telling me to get the eff out of his office. It was a good Monday.

The fact that he told you to "get the eff out" rather than to politely "request that you vacate the premises so as not to necessitate the unleashing of the hounds" indicates that he is experiencing severe Zima withdrawal. Find some for him, quickly!